"Don't worry baby, I won't tell anyone I made you my bitch."

Daryl just nodded and lay one arm over his eyes, opening his knees for her. It would be a lie if he said his heart wasn't pounding with fear. It wasn't a fear of her hurting him, but of everything he had pushed down about his childhood coming to the surface. He had told Amber that day in the hospital but he still carried it, the dreams were enough evidence of that. She had released everything about her rape, letting Daryl take her body back to the pleasure it had before and beyond. He had carried his pain for so much longer.

Her hands slid up and down his thighs for a moment and then they left. He heard the bottle of lube open and then her head bent down, mouth warm on his cock. Her left found his balls again and he willed himself back down, back to the place where it was all sensation and no thought, no will of his own.

Then he felt her right hand again, directly below his nuts, this time a middle finger cool and slick with lube. The feeling was foreign in that spot and he frowned a little, not in discomfort but just processing the feeling. But it began to stroke, hitting that spot from the outside and it felt so...damn...good... Warm wet mouth around his cock, her tongue doing that thing it did on the bottom side while her left hand rolled and tugged gently below. He relaxed again, his face passive and mouth open a little. Baby Girl must have been watching him because a second later the cool slick began to travel down slowly, rubbing along nerve endings that hadn't held pleasure like that before. She took her time, just stroking and stopping in one spot for a moment if she felt him tense even a little.

Then she was there, circling over his asshole, just stroking and pressing to get him used to being touched there like he had done for her before. It felt better than Daryl expected and he couldn't help but let go a quiet "Fuck." as his hands tightened a little on the slats of the headboard. Her mouth came off his cock and he nearly protested until it switched places with her left hand, tongue swirling over his balls as she began to jerk him. It wasn't as efficient as her right hand but that one was busy. He felt her press at his entrance and forced himself to relax. Amber hesitated a little and the words just rushed out of his mouth in a torrent of need.

"Jesus, Baby Girl. Do it...please..."

She pressed ahead and slipped in. It wasn't painful, just an intrusion that his body was quite sure what to make of.

"You okay?" she asked, before beginning to roll his balls one by one with her mouth.

"Fuck yeah." he gasped out. She pressed forward and he anticipated what she had described to him as a 'sweet stretching burn' but it didn't come. Daryl wondered a minute and then realized why. Her hands were small.

"Baby Girl...can...can ya use two?"

She looked up at him in shock and then smirked. This was exactly what Daryl needed and he was letting her take him. She obliged, second finger slipping next to the other with some resistance.

He sighed in pleasure then, nearly shivering. There it was, she had named the feeling perfectly. Sweet stretching burn...Good Lord...what he had feared only minutes before now felt so good his body was trying to find a way to push down farther on her hand.

She was in up to her knuckles, and then began to stroke. As much as Daryl was out of his head at the moment, Baby Girl was solidly in hers. Concentrating, making both hands and her mouth work in tandem to make sure Daryl got as much pleasure out of this as possible. And she was searching. This wasn't just about getting in his ass, she needed to find that "spot" she had read about. Front wall...stroke...and...

There was no doubt when she did find it. He nearly came off the bed, a shocked cry ripping from his throat and the headboard creaking as the muscles in his arms flexed. She quickly switched up her mouth and left hand again, swallowing his cock down to the back of her throat.

Daryl wasn't quite sure if he was in heaven or hell. It all felt so good, his dick, balls and ass just one bundle of raw nerves that she was playing. But he had NEVER needed to cum SO BAD before. The second she ran her fingertips over that spot inside him stars erupted in front of his eyes and it felt like she had hit him with a live wire. Once she found it Amber didn't let up either, stroking it over and over as she bobbed on his cock.

"Mother FUCK!" he yelled, finally feeling the pressure building, now all through his pelvis. Then it released, suddenly and violently like the snap of his bowstring when he pulled the trigger. It wasn't pain and couldn't rightly be called pleasure without being a gross understatement. It was just RELEASE, pure and primal.

Daryl roared and shuddered, cumming longer than he could ever remember doing before, Amber swallowing him down as he tightened and jerked around her fingers. She kept up until he would give her no more and then slipped from his body, spent member wet and twitching against his stomach. She just lay for a little while on him, cheek against his quivering belly as her man floated in that place where he found his peace, a place only his Baby Girl could take him to.

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That night

Daryl was back there, blue sheetrock walls clammy against his back. Daddy walked in the room in all his sweat stained alcoholic glory, belt dangling from a fist. He stopped only inches in front of him, breath fetid and nauseating.

"Gonna hurt ya, boy, and I'm gonna love every minute of it." he promised, with a grin that was coldly terrifying. "Gonna make ya wish ya'd never told'er, never even let that little bitch touch ya."

Daryl's arms and legs felt like lead, his jaw locked in fear. Daddy brought the belt back...

"NO!" They both jumped at the voice from behind Daddy's shoulder. The elder Dixon turned and Daryl saw her, Baby Girl standing there, belly heavy. It must have been close to time. He panicked, she didn't need to be here where Daddy could hurt her and Peach.

"What'd you say ta me, WHORE?" Daddy asked, incredulous.

The word didn't phase her. "I said no, you sick DEAD bastard. He's mine. You don't own any part of him, not anymore." She walked over, stepping between the two men as if to protect Daryl. He fought the bonds fear always put on him in this place harder than ever before. He had to protect her, protect the baby. Before he could move, though, she reached out and snatched the belt from Daddy's hand and brought it over her shoulder. It cracked forward and across Jeb Dixon's face, ratcheting his head back hard enough that Daryl saw blood spray out of his mouth as he went down on his ass. Amber towered over him with the same icy look he had last seen as she executed the Cannibal's at the clubhouse. And when she spoke again her words held a grim finality.

"You can't ever hurt him again. Now go back to hell."

She brought the belt back down on Daddy as he cowered and when it made contact he was suddenly gone. Daryl's body was loosed in that same instant and he stepped forward, arms reaching around her shoulders as she dropped the belt to the floor with a clang. Daryl pulled her into his chest hard, the Angel he thought he had to protect being the one who finally set him free.

Then there was only rest and her.